A/N : Rated M, folks
NEW YORK (Right after London)
"Are you on your way to the airport? What time is your flight?" asked Jesse.
"Yes. I'm in the cab now. Prague had been good. My flight to Dubai is not until 10." Jesse could hear traffic noise as he talked to Beca.
"Where are you going after Dubai?"
"I think I got Manila after that. I need to look at my schedule."
"But they've got typhoons there, Becs. Are you sure you'll be safe?"
"People still got to party," Becs said, sounding a little muffled. "Besides Luke won't send me anywhere dangerous." Beca nearly laughed at that. Luke will send her precisely where there was danger.
"I miss you."
"Yeah, me too.I'm sorry for this, Jesse, but this is how it's going to be," sighed Beca. " Are you having second thoughts about this?"
"No. Of course not," Jesse said, running his hand through his hair. "This is hard but we'll be OK, babe. Can you look at your schedule and tell me where you are. I'll fly in."
"You can't do that," Beca said, surprised. "I thought you had a lot on your plate now."
"Why not? I don't have to be here to do my work and I'm sure Charlotte can re-arrange some meetings," Jesse replied. "I can't work when I'm thinking of you all the time. So I might as well fly in and be with you. Who knows? You might inspire me."
"Smooth, Swanson. Real smooth."
"Whoops. Someone is at the door. Hang on." Beca could hear Jesse opening the door and talking to someone.
"Sorry babe," Jesse said when he came back. "That was just Mrs. Sjoren from upstairs looking for her missing cat. Now tell me about your gig in Dubai."
"Nothing major. Just a private one."
"You do private parties?"
"All the time."
"Why does that sounds dirty?"
"Because you've got a dirty mind."
"Tell me what you are wearing right now," Jesse said with a grin. He tried to make his voice sound husky.
"Dude, don't even do that. I'm in a cab."
"Awww Becs."
"I'm in my coat with nothing underneath but the lacy slip you like so much and black cotton panties."
Jesse groaned at that. "You are killing me."
"Yeah, baby... and the cab driver is looking at me from his rearview mirror."
"OK. Stop. That is not even funny."
"You started it," Beca replied, collapsing into giggles.
"Hang on Becs. I need to get the door."
"What? Again? Who is it?" Beca said suspiciously.
"One of my clients sending someone round to pick up some stuff. Hang on." Beca heard him putting the phone down. He picked it up a few minutes later. "Becs, I'll call you back in a bit. Something came up."
Fifteen minutes later, Beca's phone rang.
"Hey babe, sorry about that."
"OK. I'm just getting out of the cab now."
"Oh do you want to call me back?"
"Yeah, give me five minutes."
"Hello, babe? Are you OK?" Jesse answered his phone.
"Yeah, just trying to get my luggage sorted."
"Where is Luke? Why isn't anyone helping you?"
"Luke & Sam went ahead so I'm on my own."
"Oh... This sucks. I want to be with you."
"Yeah," Beca said with a catch in her throat. "Hey, did you get the package I sent you?"
"What package?"
"I popped something for you via Fedex. It should arrive today."
"I didn't get anything."
"Are you sure? Man, I paid for priority and everything."
"What is it?"
"Just some movie thing I saw in London and thought you might like."
"Now you getting me curious," Jesse said. "Oh god, there goes the door again."
"It might be the Fedex delivery. Do you want me to hang on?"
"Yeah. Jesus, it's like a circus today. People ringing my door all day," Jesse said, walking to the door.
"Are you still there?" Jesse said as he flung his door open.
"Yeah, I'm here," said Beca, smiling at him from the other side of the door.
They just stared at each other.
"Becs, I have to call you back," said Jesse, dropping his phone.
He grabbed her with both hands and in a moment, they were locked in a fierce embrace, lips meeting hungrily, hands grabbing whatever they could. Jesse pulled her inside the apartment and kicked the door close.
"Jesse, my luggage..."
"Leave it."
He had her pinned, up against the wall. Their kiss deepened and they could not get enough. His lips are doing sinful, sinful things on my neck - she thought - and I want him to take me. Right here. Right now. She sighed his name softly into his ear and he groaned at the sound of it. He had been wanting to hear her say it exactly like that for weeks.
Someone cleared her throat loudly behind them.
They broke apart quickly with Jesse pulling Beca behind him. A woman in her early twenties was looking at them in amusement. "Sorry. I think I better leave now."
"Yeah.. thanks for picking up the stuff.. errr.. sorry, I didn't get your name," Jesse said, flustered.
"It's Emma. Miss Hartley? I'm a big fan," she said, looking excited. Beca just smiled, aware how red her face was and how messy she looked.
"Thanks, Emma. Tell David to ring me if he needs anything else." Jesse was gently leading her away to the door while she was still grinning at Beca. He finally got her out of the apartment and took the chance to take Beca's luggage inside. Beca had walked into the living room and Jesse went after her.
"Hey, come here," Jesse whispered, reaching for her. She evaded his hands.
"Who is she?" Beca asked quietly, her voice a little dangerous. "And what is she doing in your apartment?"
Jesse stopped short. "She was sent to pick up the contracts, babe. I told you when I was speaking to you on the phone."
Beca still looked a bit grim. "That was what... half an hour ago?"
"I just had to re-look at some new documents," Jesse said. "Come on, babe, you were on the phone the whole time."
"OK," she finally relented.
"Can I kiss you now? Please?" Jesse asked, pulling her close. She did not protest this time. "Becs, are you jealous?"
"No," she said, trying her hardest to pull a cool expression on.
Jesse just laughed and said, "It's OK if you are . It's kinda... hot."
He sat on the couch, with Beca on his lap, kissing her hard. He didn't realised how much he really missed her until now. The feel of her warm and alive in his arms was overwhelming. He did not think he could stop kissing her now. Is it ever possible? Just to stay like this? Oh right, you have to breathe sometime. They broke apart from the kiss, panting and grinning at each other.
"Why are you even here? Aren't you supposed to be on a flight to Dubai?" Jesse finally asked.
"Oh, that's all subterfuge," she said, still grinning. She played with his curls with one hand. "My gigs been moved around so I'm based in New York plus I took some vacation time."
"Really? How long?"
"Well, Mr Swanson," she said, with a serious face. "I'm afraid you will have to put up with me in New York for at least two to three months."
"What? Really?" Jesse's voice was squeaking at this point. He noticed that and quickly cleared his throat, and spoke in a deeper, cooler voice "I mean, yeah.. whatever babe. I see you around."
Beca lightly punched him. "I came straight from the airport because I miss you so much. But I'll get out of your hair soon."
"Aren't you staying with me?" Jesse asked, puzzled.
"It's going to be a couple of months, Jesse. I don't want to be in your way," Beca said.
"Where are you staying?"
"Luke is lending me his apartment..."
"No." Jesse said flatly. Beca was surprised at the vehemence in his voice.
"He's not going to be there. He's out in London at the moment."
"Still no," Jesse said, his face hard. "Either stay with me or... I don't know... I'll rent you a hotel room or suite somewhere, if you like. You are not staying in Luke's apartment."
"Are we fighting? This is not how I imagine this meeting to be," said Beca, exasperated. "I would love to stay with you but I need my space. Besides we are taking things slow."
"Maybe I don't want to take things slow any more," Jesse said, his voice still hard. "Maybe I want you to ma..." He stopped there, just in time and turned his head away, frustrated. Ask her now - the voice in his head said - What? Are you crazy? She'll run to the other side of the world.
Beca looked at him. "What is it? What do you want me to do?"
Jesse snapped back into the room. "Just don't stay at Luke's, please. The thought of you on his bed..." He just shuddered. He looked really fed-up - Beca thought - I need to fix this.
"OK, I won't. Is it OK if I bunk here tonight? We'll sort it out tomorrow," she said "I think you just don't want to take things slow because you are super horny, right now."
Jesse smiled at that. "What are you going to do about that?"
"I'm super jet lagged at this moment so there is no way you are getting any tonight." She nearly laughed at how crestfallen he looked. "But we can do other things... "
And with that, she lowered her lips onto him and teased him gently with her tongue. He groaned and fisted hair, pulling her head back gently so he could run his lips and teeth on her arched neck. Her hands gripped his shoulders hard to show how much she liked that. His hands were under her tshirt now, travelling up her ribcage. Beca groaned when his fingers found her breasts, kneading them hard and swiping across her nipples. She quickly drew back and took off her top.
"Oh god, Becs.." he moaned, seeing her just in her lacy bra. He quickly pushed the bra cups aside, revealing her bare breasts and his mouth descended on one. Beca could only moan at the feeling of his mouth and teeth on her nipple and she slowly ground her hips into his. He gasped against her breast, his hand pulling her hips closer into him.
The door buzzed yet again. Beca's eyes snapped open and she tried to move away. Jesse pulled her in.
"Ignore that." Jesse said, turning back to the delicious task of kissing her breasts. She gave in, ignoring the second buzz of the door.
"Jesse. Open up."
They both froze. Jesse looked extremely frustrated.
"Is that Bumper's voice?" Beca asked.
"Sorry babe. I forgot he's coming over," Jesse said, almost cursing out loud. Beca was now pulling her tshirt on after pulling her bra into place. "I didn't know you are coming or I won't tell him to come. Are you OK to see him?"
"Yeah. Whatever." she said crossly, running her hand through her hair, trying to look presentable. Jesse got up and walked to the door, trying his hardest to think of the most unsexy things, just to get rid of his erection. It wouldn't do to open the door to Bumper with an erection.
"Dude, took you a long time," Bumper said when he finally opened the door. "What?..." he choked, gesturing to Jesse's nether region. "Am I interrupting something? Do you have a ho in here?"
"Stop it, Bumper," Jesse said, tightly.
"Hey Bumper." Beca said. "You interrupted quite a good session there. I still charge though."
"Beca. I should have known," Bumper said. "Getting paid is her forte. Each and everyday, true player way."
"Bumper, for the last time..." Jesse said, his voice harder now.
"Chill, bro. She knows I'm messing. She's dishing it out too."
Beca saw how irritated Jesse was and there was a little undercurrent of danger there. He was being all protective and that was really hot. She needed to get away from this or she would so jump him right now.
"Babe, I still smell of airplanes and airport. I'm going to take a shower. Can you help me with my luggage?"
"Yeah, sure."
"So she's going to be around?" Bumper said, drinking his beer.
"Yeah. Couple of months, at least. You are going to be OK with that," Jesse said.
"I will be," Bumper replied. "Are you?"
"I can't wait."
"We have to be careful about this. We have this big deal coming up and if it goes to plan, we are in."
"Don't worry about that. All the stuff is in the office, anyway."
"Yeah, I know that. But I'm more comfortable if she's not here. Can't you turf her out somewhere?"
"She's non-negotiable, Bumper. You know that. You'd better get used to her being around a long time."
Bumper looked at Jesse shrewdly. "Fuck. I've seen this before," he said slowly "You aren't serious?"
"What?"
"I can read you, Jesse. Even better than Benji. You are going to ask her to marry you. How long have you been together? Like six hours?"
"It's none of your business"
"Oh, it's so is," Bumper said, draining his beer "Don't do it yet. Not until we've secure this deal. The market value alone of that thing is some $500 million."
Jesse sighed. "Of course not. I'm not sure of her answer yet."
"Just remember what our business do to your first marriage if you want something to slow you down."
"That's a low blow, Bumper," Jesse said. "She's not Stephanie. Stephanie was wrong for a bunch of other reasons."
"I'll leave you to it. I bet you want to sneak into that shower."
"Just leave, Bumper. And take that filthy mind with you."
A/N : So M from this point, folks. Turn back if you can
My mind is as filthy as Bumper - he thought as he opened the door to the bathroom. Beca was still in the shower, singing. Her lovely voice bouncing off the walls in the shower. Jesse stopped for a moment, trying to think when was the last time he heard her singing so carefree like this and he had to smile.
"Mind if I join you?" he said as he opened the shower door.
Beca turned round with a hiss, her eyes guarded. "Don't sneak up on me like that," she said.
Jesse wasn't listening. He was too busy staring at her, wet and pink from the shower, soap and water dripping in rivulets down her naked body. He stepped forward and took her in his arms. He just could not fight this raging hunger any longer. It had been too long. He pressed her against the cold tiles of the shower, his mouth searching hers and she gasped.
"Jesse, take off your clothes."
He drew back and pulled his increasing wet tshirt. Beca thought it was extremely sexy seeing him peeled that wet tshirt off. She pulled down his boxers and looking at him straight in the eye, she wrapped her hand around his hardness. Jesse moaned and shut his eyes at the feel of her hand on him like that and he rested his forehead on her.
"Are you sure about this?" he whispered. "I don't think I can stop if we start."
"Have you any idea how much I missed you?"
"Tell me," he whispered back huskily.
"I miss you so much ..." Beca whispered back. "..that I rubbed myself off at night, thinking it was you doing all these things to me."
Jesse groaned , his hand reaching to knead her wet breast. "The feel of your skin against me, your hands, your mouth..." she whispered, her voice catching. "And I thought of how hard you are.." she continued, now gently stroking him. He buried his face into her neck, his teeth biting her. "And how much I wanted to feel you inside me, thrusting into me..."
"Fuck." was all he said as he hoisted her against the wall, pulling her thighs to wrap around his hips. His hardness touched her core. She was so ready for him, all slick and wet and with one swift movement, he entered her roughly. She gasped, her head falling back. As he started driving hard into her, she could feel the smouldering heat spreading through her body. The feel of him fucking her hard against the wall was out of this world. Her groans and gasps and whispers of his name echoed in that shower. He found it such a turn on hearing her like that and he could not stop.
"Fuck, Beca, I can't hold on." he said through gritted teeth.
"Don't stop," she gasped. "I'm so close."
Beca just pulled his hips closer with her legs and grind herself against him. Finally her unbearable release came and she gasped his name out loud, her hands digging into his wet back. She could not stand the extreme sensation running through her. Thank goodness he was pining her against the wall or she would have collapsed in a heap. Oh, the feel of her - he thought- he could feel her riding her orgasm, clenching hard against him, her body out of control. He could not hold it any longer, as she writhed against him like this and he emptied himself into her, screaming her name and how much he love her, over and over again.
